I like to think of myself as a fairly discerning moviegoer. Part of me knows this thinking to be delusional—after all, I am the guy who loved The Da Vinci Code and hated Angels and Demons (when most folks thought the latter was far superior to the former) and actually enjoyed Ang Lee’s take on Marvel Comics’ Hulk—but I like to think that I’ve seen enough films and read enough about films to know a thing or two about what makes a good film and what makes a stinker.

Oh, yeah, and I happen to be a fairly decent writer, too, so storytelling is pretty darn important to me.

Nonetheless, when something really appeals to me and entertains me, I do have a tendency to gush. And gush is what I’m about to do here, so brace yourselves.

Last evening I went to see Thor, the latest instalment in Marvel Studio’s vast campaign to bring their cinematic heroes home. It began with Iron Man and will culminate with The Avengers. In between, we’ve had The Incredible Hulk and Iron Man 2. And now, Thor. (more…)